We were preparing for Christmas Eve. The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the apartment. We were chatting on the couch when suddenly I jumped up to check how the cookies were doing in the oven. As I leaned forward, my buttocks were begging to be touched. I turned back and asked my boyfriend to come and check the cookies out. He stood behind me and, pressing his crotch against my buttocks, he looked into the oven and placed his hand between my thighs. His head touched mine, and he softly blew some air on my neck. His hand slipped downward, into my pants. He ran his hand down my outer thigh and then came back on my inner thigh, touching me very lightly. He placed his hand on my tiny piece of underwear. Then, once again, I pressed my buttocks against him and I leaned against the kitchen counter for support. He didn't wait any longer, and his left hand started to seek out my breast underneath my shirt. He liked the fact that I didn't have my bra on, which he noticed when I ran to the oven. He loves watching my breasts when they move freely during running or when I make a sudden move. I breathed faster and he pulled up my shirt while kissing my back. He covered my entire back with kisses. When he was unable to restrain himself any longer, he tore off my pants and my underwear. He penetrated my vagina and moved to the fast rhythm dictated by his desire. Then he slowed down and we changed positions. It was a very special sensation... It felt as if we could do anything we wanted: we belonged together, we were in love, and it was Christmas.
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